Monday, June 29, 2009

The sun's going down and I'm out in the garden with my adorable husband and the puppies, picking raspberries, thinning the beets and watering the summer garden.

Then when picking stray weeds I glimpsed something that had changed greatly in the week I was away.

The first cherries are ripe!

Hurrah! Into the house for the white ceramic bowls. Let the celebration begin... Time to call the neighbors, pull out the stepladder and pluck the first of the jewel-like fruit, then into the kitchen for a cherry lemonade toast.

You can't help but love life's little rituals when they're as sweet as this.

I just returned from Alaska, where I taught on board Celebrity Mercury. What a gorgeous ship, and what astonishing beauty I found in Alaska.

The passengers were great, sketching and snipping and posing for portraits I cut zippy quick.

Then when we docked, I hiked like a fanatic. If you happened to be in Alaska last week and noticed a woman laying flat on the ground to get the perfect photo of partridge berry or fritillaria alongside a stream bed, I bet I know who it was you spotted!

These salmon berries were not ripe. I would have photographed the ripe ones but I ate them all before pulling the camera out.

Each and every inch was packed with beauty. I left most of the cruise ship passengers behind and simply set out on foot to climb the back of Mount Roberts, alongside Mendenhall Glacier, and up a mountain behind Ketchikan. All breathtakingly gorgeous. I sang as I strode the trails, not wanting to surprise a bear.

On a foothill above Juneau, I spotted this beautiful cabin. I am now mulling over a paint job for the studio and some additional flower boxes and planters! And notice that overhang? Maybe I could get one to keep the rain from dripping down my neck when I enter on those rainy days...

While I didn't meet a bear, I did see plenty of other wildlife. Ravens, whales, porpoise, seals, eagles delighted me, and you will forgive the jerkiness of this picture of a porcupine. I am not certain who was more startled, him or me. Needless to say I was so excited I couldn't manage a decent portrait of this large and charming fellow.

As we headed south, Alaska and the midnight sun of midsummer seemed to be almost bidding us goodbye.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Every walk through the neighborhood yields up ideas galore. Wagons and puppies and children dancing under the hose. Laundry on the line and mothers shouting over the fence that supper is ready by the barbecue.

Yes, this is still real life for some of us who have chosen to life deep, not fast. It's a counter cultural lifestyle, but a satisfying one.

The studio beckons and just out of view pink roses tumble over the studio's front door.

Along the river, fishing shacks await the weekend, when rods and reels and campfires will come into use.

And the islands are calling us to visit again.

The very air seems alive with the perfume of summer. Surely this is the most magical of seasons.

Ahhh, the essence of summer. Season of lush life, spilling over with richness. I wish it would last forever.

Won't you come for an evening and toast marshmallows around the campfire? Because summer will soon fade into autumn. Let's enjoy it while we can.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Summer evening, the kids next door are splashing in the sprinkler and the frogs are beginning to sound in the meadow. Just outside the studio door, cherries are ripening and the gazebo's mossy table is set for a romantic picnic for two.

Soon the blooming clematis will give way to heirloom roses...

Penny is ever the faithful companion and the chickens forage for slugs in the vegetable patch.

In the underpinnings of the deck, three robin families have nested and the babies cry loudly for food.

My world is abloom right now with the simple pleasures that all the money in the world couldn't buy: peace and long hours of creativity, and friends, family and little creatures to share it all.

By my standards, I am a rich woman indeed. So blessed and hoping I'm passing it along.